#digimonvore

Rascal grumbles a bit and cracks his eyes open as he’s stirred away. He’s really warm...it’s enough that it’s made him wake up. He rubs his face a bit, finding it a little damp from...sweat? Hot air blows in his face, making him grumble again and turn his head to look at the source.

As his eyes adjust to the darkness of his room, Rascal finds himself staring into something even darker--a wide, gaping maw. Sharp teeth line the edges and a thick tongue hangs out, twitching occasionally and almost certainly being the reason his face was damp. Or maybe it was condensation from the incredibly hot breath huffing in his face.

The sight isn’t at all shocking to Rascal, though. It’s just G.uilmon--his D.igimon partner, who had appeared some time ago and was now leading a rather lazy life with Rascal. He was sprawled out in bed next to the raccoon, sleeping peacefully with his wide muzzle open. The heat of his breath puffing in Rascal’s face had merely been enough to disturb the raccoon’s sleep.

Rascal sighs softly and lays his head down again, yawning softly. He wanted to just get back to sleep, but G.uilmon’s constant snoring in his face was making it hard to. He grumbles and reaches out to push on G.uilmon’s nose to try to turn his head away...but his hand slips almost immediately and instead plunges directly into the D.igimon’s gullet.

GLLLRK!

The sensation of being elbow deep in G.uilmon’s maw makes Rascal shudder. It’d be fine if he had just put his hand in the D.igimon’s mouth by accident, but he was wrist deep in G.uilmon’s gullet. He could feel the walls squeeze around his hand. The tries to pull it back out, but that just makes G.uilmon’s muzzle firmly clamp shut over his arm instead. A pleased hum comes from G.uilmon as he sucks on the raccoon’s arm in his sleep, a smile appearing on his muzzle and his tail beginning to thump against the bed.

“G.uilmon..?” Rascal asks in a soft voice. He can see the D.igimon’s wing ears fluttering, but he seems to be fast asleep. Rascal tries again to pull his arm away, and G.uilmon responds in turn by slurping harder on it. Rascal yips as he’s pulled closer to G.uilmon, sinking up to his shoulder now with his entire forearm down the D.igimon’s gullet.

After a few seconds of enjoying his midnight snack, G.uilmon’s maw spreads open wide again. Rascal was hoping that meant his partner had woken up and he was allowed to take his arm back. Instead, G.uilmon’s jaws lunge forward, snapping up Rascal’s entire head. He pulls on his snack with a wet GLLLNK! that sucks him in deeper.

Now with his entire arm down G.uilmon’s gullet, Rascal’s face is being assaulted by that thick tongue. He squeaks and wiggles his head, trying to avoid it to no avail. He feels G.uilmon’s arms wrap around him, holding him close, and then those jaws open wide again.

“Guil--mmph!” Rascal tries to call out properly this time, but G.uilmon lunges forward with another ULLLLLP! that squishes Rascal’s face into his steaming gullet. His entire head is sucked down, his other shoulder and chest being dragged into G.uilmon’s maw now. He tries to squirm more, but G.uilmon’s tail curls around his ankles and holds his legs together as the feasting continues.

GLLLLRP! GLLLLK! ULLLLP! GLLP! GLLLP! GLLLLLLLLNK!

Each noisy swallow sucks Rascal deeper, the tight gullet walls roughly squeezing over his form. The heat ramps up as he plunges down, making him pant as it alone saps what little energy he had. He’s soon being crammed into G.uilmon’s stomach, the walls stretching to accommodate his form as he’s forced inside. His own stomach is swallowed down in two gulps, then his hips, and then his legs in rapid succession. Only his lightly kicking feet and twitching tail tip are left, sitting in the back of G.uilmon’s open maw. The cool air of Rascal’s room can just barely be felt around the steaming huffs of G.uilmon’s breath.

GLLRP!

And then they’re gone, sucked down into the darkness of the D.igimon’s gullet. G.uilmon sighs happily after, his tongue flopping out of the side of his maw. His gut gurgles wetly as the last of Rascal is squeezed in, trapping him fully within the stifling heat of G.uilmon’s body. Curled up into an awkward ball, Rascal can only pant and whine as the heat and his lack of sleep leave him exhausted.

“G.uilmon’s gonna...wake up soon...” Rascal huffs to himself. The stomach groans around him and then everything suddenly lurches and sloshes. He yelps as he’s tossed around with G.uilmon rolling to lay on top of his stomach. It seems like he’s enjoying the fullness and the heat as his pleased rumbling can be heard all around. “...I hope...” Rascal tacks on in a soft voice.

...

G.uilmon is stirred away by sunlight in his eyes. They blink open as he mumbles to himself, only for a wide yawn to interrupt. He was splayed out on Rascal’s bed, taking up the whole thing with no one else in it. He smacks his lips a few times, a strangely familiar but pleasant taste lingering on his breath. He smiles and closes his eyes, planning to just go back to sleep. That is until a sudden and sharp pressure stabs through his stomach that makes him jolt and whine.

“Ooooh...G.uilmon...gotta go...” G.uilmon lifts his ass up and flags his thick tail, showing off his ass to no one. He’s still not fully used to the rules of the ‘real world’, and there haven't been any issues involving indoor accidents until...right now. The overwhelming need to release the horrible pressure in his bowels stops G.uilmon from doing anything else as he begins to push.

Phhhhhrrrrrrrbbbbttt!

A rancid smell fills the air as G.uilmon unleashes a blast of gas. It’s not enough to relieve the pressure, however, and he keeps pushing as something solid begins to spread his pucker. A thick log of shit slides out of him, drooping down onto the foot of the bed and coiling up slowly. It steams in the air due to the heat radiating off of it, and the stench is like sewage. G.uilmon feels strange lumps passing through him that make him squeak and whine, but he just keeps pushing.

Bones picked clean of their meat create a stark contrast in the dark brown fecal matter, passing through G.uilmon one after another. Tufts of brown fur tickle him slightly on the way out as well, eliciting small huffs from G.uilmon every so often. The remains of some sleepwear also feel strange coming out, twisted around logs of shit, stained and acid washed.

The thing that gets G.uilmon to whine the loudest is the raccoon skull he has to force out with a few hard pushes. It lands with a thunk in the pile of D.igimon dung, a bit more shit following after it before the flow finally stops.

Sighing loudly to himself as the last of the pressure disappears, G.uilmon slumps down on the bed again to catch his breath. Although, his muzzle crinkles when he smells the rotten stench in the air.

“Yuck..!” Fully awake now, G.uilmon clamors off of the bed, careful not to get any of the mess on him. The entire foot of the bed is covered in steaming G.uilmon shit, some of it having slopped onto the floor. The remains of Rascal are rather obvious, but G.uilmon doesn’t seem to register what exactly the pile of shit is made of. He gives it a single glance before looking away and sticking his tongue out. He’s not going to sleep in here any time soon, that’s for sure.

Lumbering out of the room, G.uilmon lazily scratches his much rounder belly as he yawns again. “Rascaaaal...G.uilmon wants breakfast!” he calls out into the quiet apartment. When there’s no reply, he makes his way to the small kitchenette and finds it empty. He doesn’t even smell fresh food in the air! His belly growls, demanding to be fed, but Rascal had told him not to make food without him around since he made a big mess last time.

“Oh, man…” The human lets out a soft groan as he rubs his gut. It burbles wetly as he does, sloshing back and forth with what was fighting inside. A wet belch escapes the man and he huffs slightly. “You little guys just keep showing up, huh..?”

Ever since he got that weird little machine—a D.igivice, apparently, the man has been having these monsters popping up. D.igimon, which he easily connected to being summoned by the D.igivice. He didn’t want much to do with it at first but…well, the first one ended up being pretty tasty.

He vaguely recalls that it was called…A.gumon? Cute little lizard guy. He’d been friendly and energetic. Which had been annoying, given that it was a lot to handle. A little tussle with it wound up with a muzzle in the man’s mouth and…well, then the rest of it. He’d figured he wouldn’t be seeing anymore of them after that. A.gumon had thrashed and cried a lot but he melted down relatively easily.

Then another had shown up. It went down much the same as A.gumon. And then they just kept coming! Every few days, one of them finds their way to him, claiming to be is partner because of the D.igivice. And every time…the man scoops them up, finds a private place, and devours them. He would feel a little bad about it but…they’re just so damn tasty! And they’d emit really people so…

Another belch escapes him as his gut suddenly goes slack, bubbling and churning deeply. He doesn’t even know what this one was called. Looked like a seal or something. Tasted fishy. The man pushes down slightly on his gut, feeling it squish and slorsh with ease. They’re melting faster and faster…

Good. That means the next one will show up soon. He’s stopped being annoyed by them. Not when they feel so good going down the hatch. So long as he has that D.igivice, he thinks they’ll keep coming, too. A real blessing in disguise.

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“You are what you eat?” G.uilmon repeats. It was a phrase his tamer had said when the Dino started begging for his favorite snack—bread. It’d been said as a slight joke, but now the D.igimon was actually thinking it over.

“Oh, G.uilmon, it’s not—“ The tamer tries to explains, but he’s interrupted with G.uilmon shoving his entire paw into the man’s mouth.

The D.igimon smiles, thick tail swishing. “Does G.uilmon taste like bread?” He rubs his paw over the tamer’s tongue, his claws poking the back of the man’s gullet. It tickles him enough that he gulps, slurping G.uilmon in up to his shoulder.

In all honesty, G.uilmon did not taste like bread. But he did taste good. Really, really good. And he’s already arm deep in the tamer’s gullet. So it doesn’t take very long for the man to grab G.uilmon by the back of his head, open wide, and work the dino’s muzzle into his maw as well. He slurps over it a bit and gulps, slurping in the D.igimon’s head.

The gulping continues, the human guiding G.uilmon deeper into his gullet. The D.igimon doesn’t squirm around too much, other than some light wiggling and his legs kicking slightly as they’re lifted off the ground. Pretty soon, his thick tail is slurped up. The human’s stomach bloats out, the shape of his D.igimon curled up behind his now taut stomach.

A belch escapes the human and he slowly rubs over his gut. It’s already gurgling thickly and something tells him that he’s not going to have much trouble digesting his D.igimon partner. He considers that for a moment, but his guts gurgle wetly and a second belch comes up with G.uilmon’s flavor.